I was a kid when I heard the story of the ghost dog that came back to haunt a family. Whoever told me this said it came in the evening and would chase anyone loitering around outside the house. When I was writing the first few drafts of this story I was still learning how to create scary scenes to terrify the reader. I sometimes practice the actions to see if it would frighten me. One of the scenes where the antagonist felt the presence of the dog behind her actually occurred to me. I turned around from the writing table and saw our late great Mackie looking at me from behind. Although he did startle me, I laughed and ran to hug him for his divine guidance.
When I was writing the first few drafts of this story I was still learning the ropes of how to create scary moments to terrify the readers. I sometimes act out the scenes to see if it frightened me so that I could transcribe it into a descriptive horror. One of the scenes where the antagonist felt the presence of the dog behind her actually happened to me. I imagined what it was like and when I turned around from the writing table I saw our late great Mackie staring at me. Although he did startle me, I laughed and ran over to hug him for his divine guidance.
I find it strange how we can so easily justify the things in all aspects of our life. This is one of the scenarios where the grapes are sour anyway. It was written as a dialogue only piece but was modified a little for this collection. It was originally entitled Fat Boys but I changed it to sound more like Connie Francis’s song Where the boys are which seemed appropriate.
I was preparing to write this strange horror tale for the Hungry in Ipoh anthology but it grew beyond the word count and matured into what it is here. A delectable foodie horror with a nasty taste of the bizarre.
Posted: August 6, 2016 in Fiddle
Tags: carcass, dead, dried, fossilized, lizard
Some days you just find the greatest discovery.
This story is inspired by Alfred Hitchcock’s The Trouble with Harry. Although it is nothing like a black comedy I was curious to know how one can dispose of a body the best way possible. To make it worse what if the body keeps coming back?
A shorter version of this story was printed in the Chimeraworld #5 in 2008 but now it has a more conclusive ending rewritten for this collection.
One of the most common places for a horror story to occur is up in the attic or down in the basement since they can be creepy as hell. It’s like every horror writer’s dream come true to stage their tale of terror in this location at least once in their writing endeavors.
Occasionally birds do find their way into those parts of the house to nest and breed. But when doves come in a bevy to fill the attic could it be a good omen or a harbinger of evil to come?
There be Monsters is the second short horror story collection of a triptych I plan to complete. Although it’s more or less about monsters it is also up to you to decide which the real ones are.
Starting off this collection is In the Wake of Uncle Zim. This story is in the same vein as Edgar Allan Poe’s The Tell-Tale Heart but with a little extra flavor and exaggeration. The rituals and bizarre superstitions in funeral wakes are enough to make one fear the unknown but none is as frightening as the thought that the dead might actually come back as the undead.